Daryl hates himself. He hates himself for a lot of reasons. A lot of things. The list goes on and on, and it's more than enough things that he can't count on his fingers. He's thought of and done a lot of fucked up shit. They plague his thoughts every single waking second, and he just wants everything to stop.
Right now, he hates how he thinks the man that murdered one of his friends in cold blood right in front of his eyes is insanely attractive.
Whenever he sees Negan, he feels like he's going to throw up. His stomach twists and he feels sick. But at the same time, he can't help but turn red and avoid the man's intense eyes in fear of getting too turned on.
When he drops off the supplies at Negan's compound, he always goes with others. But even when he's around people, he can feel Negan's eyes on him, watching his every move. It's made him falter and drop things more than once, and he's sure that the man knows that it's his fault.
He's never directly addressed Daryl, but he always watches him like a hawk, and the hunter is waiting for Negan to swoop down and catch him in his sharp claws.
One day, after all of the supplies are unloaded, handed over to Negan, they're getting ready to head back to Alexandria when Negan stops Daryl walking in his tracks by holding out Lucille. The barbed wire catches on his button up and scratches his skin lightly. He can still see the blood, bits of brains, and black hairs tangled in the wire, making his stomach lurch and the memory of Glenn getting brutally murdered fresh in his mind.
He gulps loudly, avoiding Negan's icy stare.
"Wait a fuckin' minute there." He doesn't move Lucille out of the way just yet. "Don't you fuckin' leave yet."
"What d'ya want?" Daryl asks, trying to keep his voice level. "We already gave you half'a our supplies."
"I know that." Negan drops Lucille back to his side, and the hunter let's out a long breath that he wasn't aware he was holding. "Wanted to talk to you, is all. One on fucking one."
Negan leans closer, and Daryl is frozen in his spot. He's merely inches from his face. Daryl can feel the man's breath on his cheek.
"You've been real fucking clumsy lately." Daryl mentally slaps himself for the man noticing how he's been fucking up. His pale face starts to turn red, still not looking Negan in the eyes. "Almost broke a whole box of jars the other day. If that would have happened, you would be so fucked up right now. Can't have you breaking my shit. If you break any shit, that means you have to bring more next time. And I don't fucking forget."
Daryl is speechless. He risks looking at the other man, and he's met with intense, deep brown eyes. He feels that if he looks away, he'll be scolded, so he just stares back.
"Cat got your fucking tongue?" He spits, voice rising slightly. The others have already made it to the truck, leaving both men alone in the warehouse.
"Didn't break anything." Daryl can feel his heart beating, feeling fear, but at the same time his clothes feel too stuffy and heat pools just below his navel.
"Not yet," Negan replies instantly. "Not fucking yet. And I insist keeping it that way."
Daryl has to look away now. He can't keep up the eye contact. He blinks, wetting his dry eyes, looking at Negan's shoulder instead of his face.
"You're real fucking quiet today. More quiet than usual." He circles to the other side of Daryl, still too close. He narrows his eyes as he observes the hunter. "Are you blushing? Holy fucking shit, you're all red!"
Daryl turns his head away, wanting nothing more than to turn and run, to leave and go back to Alexandria, home, until they have to bring supplies back again. But he knows that if he runs, he'll only be chased down or dealt with when they come back again.
"I have to go back. They're waiting." Daryl makes up a bullshit excuse. But they really are waiting for him in the truck, and there's no way they aren't suspicious as to why Daryl isn't there yet.
"You go back when I say you can go back." Negan's voice drops, using his free hand to grab Daryl's chin and forcibly turn his head to face him. Daryl shuts his eyes, refusing to look the man right in the face again.
"Let m' go." He shakes his head, trying to get out of Negan's grip. The man just makes his grip tighter, making the hunter wince.
"Not gonna happen." He leans in close, their noses barely touching. "Open your eyes. Fucking look at me."
Daryl does what he's told, only to lock eyes with the dangerous man once again. A full body shiver washes over him.
"I've been watching you. Really fucking closely." He admits, tilting his head to the side slightly, not breaking eye contact. "You act all macho, all tough, but I know you're not as strong as you seem. And I've seen the way you look at your leader, Rick. Bet you fucking wish you were that woman he's with. Wish you were the one he fucks every night, cuddles and shit in the morning."
Daryl breathes heavily through his nose, shame snd anger filling his veins. Negan has no right to know about his personal life, no right to put words in his mouth, even if they are right. His skin is warm, and he's sure Negan can feel how on fire he is. On top of getting aroused by the fucked up man holding him still, he can feel his pants getting a little tighter when he talks about Rick. He really does want to be Rick's instead of Michonne, wants to be the one Rick whispers sweet nothings to while they make love.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Negan laughs. "Am I fucking right?" His voice gets louder.
"Yes." Daryl feels so small under Negan. He feels like the man could crush him if he wanted to.
"That's what I thought." Negan shuffles Daryl backwards until his back hits the wall, cornered. If he had any chance of breaking free and running, it's gone now.
Daryl's breath hitches when he feels Negan's knee against his crotch, going very still.
"What the fuck is this?" Negan laughs loudly, and Daryl feels like he's being mocked. "What's this from? Thinking about your buddy, Rick? Is this my fault? Who the fuck is it?"
Daryl feels like his head in spinning, the whole world muffled and humid as Negan only presses against him, closer, and starts moving his knee just enough to have Daryl squirming.
"B-Both." Daryl whispers, barely audible.
"What the fuck was that? Speak up." The hand that held Daryl's chin in place tangles in his hair.
"Both!" Daryl grits his teeth in frustration, knees weak. His chest rises and falls with every breath.
"Holy shit." Negan laughs again, a loud bellow that echoes through the warehouse. "I can't fucking believe this!"
Daryl is overwhelmed with so many emotions, shame being the loudest. If anyone found out about this he would be terrified of what they would say. They would think he's disgusting. Fucked up.
And it is fucked up, because he actually moans when Negan pulls his hair and grinds his knee against his clothed arousal; biting his lip afterwards to try and keep quiet.
"You know, you're pretty fucking cute," Negan's voice is low, pressed against Daryl's ear as he continues to work at him relentlessly. He pulls Daryl's hair to force him to expose his neck, instantly lavishing it with rough, open-mouthed kisses. He scrapes his teeth across Daryl's flesh, aiming to cover him in dark marks for everyone to see.
The hunter bites his lip so hard he tastes blood in his mouth, shameful noises still escaping his throat as Negan roughly marked him.
"Everyone will know what happened." Negan growls against Daryl's neck. "Everyone will know that you fucked the guy that murdered your precious friend. And you enjoyed it."
Negan throws Lucille aside so he has both hands free, ripping off Daryl's vest and button up, the buttons flying off in different directions. Afterwards, he's against Daryl again, licking and biting the skin all across Daryl's shoulders and chest. Daryl doesn't know where to put his hands, so he keeps them flat against the wall.
"Take everything off." Negan pulls back suddenly, barking the order. "Now."
With shaky hands, Daryl unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear, kicking his shoes off in the process.
He stands there, hands at his sides as he's completely bare. Negan whistles, stepping forwards. He doesn't remove any clothing, which makes Daryl even more embarrassed. But he can see Negan's cock through his jeans, and he's already nervous. Even clothed, it looks huge.
"Well, look at you." Negan backs Daryl up against the dirty wall again, smirking. Daryl feels like prey that's about to be slaughtered snd devoured. "Turn around and put your hands against the wall. I want to see all of you."
Daryl swallows his pride and turns around, placing his hands flat against the wall. He hangs his head and waits for anything to happen, waits to be embarrassed.
He feels Negan's hands trace down the sides of his hips, making him shiver. His touch is light before he reaches lower and lower, grabbing Daryl's ass and making the hunter gasp.
"Shit, you sure are a bony motherfucker, but your ass is like a woman's." Negan leans down slightly and pulls apart Daryl's cheeks. "Look at that little hole. Anyone ever fuck your before?"
Daryl shakes his head, keeping his mouth shut.
"I'm the first? Fucking hell. I'm honored," he mocks, pressing his thumb against the opening. He doesn't push in just yet, just presses against it. "Ever been fingered before? Ever do this to yourself?" He threatens to push the finger inside, but he doesn't get far without any lubrication.
"Yes. To myself." Daryl admits. He never told anyone, never talked to anyone about his sex life. Or lack of one, for that matter. He's had fantasies, he has sexual urges, but he never had anyone to carry them out with.
"That's a nice fucking picture. Tough guy like you, all alone, fucking himself on his fingers. Probably pretending it's Rick doing it to you, huh? You'd probably let Rick do anything to you if he asked." Negan suddenly pulls his hands away, leaving Daryl already missing the feeling of the man's hands on him. Whenever he mentions Rick, he can't help but whimper. "Stay here, sweetie. I don't want to hurt you too bad, so I have to get something."
Daryl stays in place as Negan walks away, his gaze falling on Lucille resting on the ground next to him. He could pick it up and bash the murderer over his head when he comes back, could kill him just like he killed Glenn. But he can't bring himself to move. As much he wants to kill the son of a bitch, he wants to be fucked silly by him. Wants to be covered in bruises and hickies and completely ravished by the man.
He hears footsteps and perks up again.
"Stay there. Don't move."
Daryl gets no warning, hears a faint click before something cold is poured right up against his entrance. It makes him shiver, but he stays still nonetheless. Negan's fingers spread it around before pushing one finger inside. Daryl sucks in a breath, trying to get used to the weird feeling. It's always weird to start out, he reminds himself, as the other man moves the finger in and out, not particularly searching for anything yet.
"You're so fucking warm." Negan runs his other hand over Daryl's back, faintly scratching his nails over the thick scars marring Daryl's skin. "Can't believe no one's fucked you before. Look at you. There's no way you'd take the lead, you're so small. So weak. Can't wait to hold you down and make you scream. Hell, we're not the only ones in this place. Anyone could come in right now and see you like this."
Daryl groans as Negan pushes in a second finger, mortified yet insanely turned on by Negan's dirty talk. It's so filthy, but he can't help but get off on it. If this keeps up, he'll cum before the man even fucks him.
"So damn tight, and I only have two fingers in you." Negan's fingering becomes a bit rougher, and he starts to curl them upwards. Daryl arches his back, sticking out his ass even more so Negan can fuck him easier.
The hunter gasps when Negan's fingers press against his sweet spot, his knees buckling. He does his best to keep standing, nails digging into the cement wall.
"There we fucking go," Negan praises him, adding a third finger and stretching him further. He keeps on stroking that one spot, and it has Daryl seeing stars. He's definitely going to cum before Negan fucks him.
"S-Stop," Daryl pants, trying to pull away. "Gonna cum if you.. if you keep doing that."
"Holy shit, already?" Negan pulls his fingers out anyway, wiping them on Daryl's back. "You really are a fucking virgin." A blush spreads over Daryl's shoulders and back.
Daryl takes a moment to breathe before he's ready again.
"I don't have all day, I have things to fucking do," Negan snapped. "Can I fuck you or not?"
"Yeah," Daryl's breathing heavily, voice wavering. He's excited but nervous. Even though his jeans, he saw how big Negan is. He's fucking huge. Even when he fingered himself when he was alone, he could just fit four fingers inside. Even then, he was pushing himself over the limit.
"'Bout fucking time." Negan wastes no time taking himself out of his pants and slicking himself up, pouring more lubricant over Daryl's hole just in case. He slips the bottle into his pocket so he has both hands free.
Negan places one hand on Daryl's hip and with the other, he guides his cock so it's lined up against Daryl's entrance. Daryl takes a deep breath and braces himself as Negan slides in slowly.
He's never been this full before. Even with all of the lube slicking the way, it's still a tight fit. A drawn out gasp is pushed from his lungs and his body jerks as the man pushes in as deep as can. Not only is Negan's cock thick as hell, it's long. Even if the hunter didn't see it yet, he can feel how deep it is inside of him. He didn't see the man put on a condom, but he's too far gone to care at this point.
He has no time to adjust before Negan pulls almost all the way out and slams back in again, making his whole body rock forwards and a loud moan to escape him.
"Don't be quiet." Negan grabs his hips roughly, gripping so tightly that Daryl can already feel the bruises forming. "I want to hear you as I'm fucking you. I want you to scream like a little fucking whore for me until your throat hurts."
Daryl's mouth goes slack and his eyes nearly close as Negan fucks him hard enough to make him nearly fall each time he thrusts, his knees threatening to give out. But Negan holds his whole body up by his hips, keeping him in place. His moans and gasps echo through the warehouse, and any fear of someone walking in and finding them like this is nearly forgotten over the pleasure overwhelming his senses.
"Like a fucking porn star," Negan grunts, watching the way the muscles in Daryl's back flex as he moves.
Daryl doesn't want to totally give in to the man, but be finds himself pushing back into the harsh thrusts, meeting the man halfway. This makes the pounding even more intense, and Daryl feels like he's drooling like an idiot all over the wall.
"Holy fucking shit, you're a needy little bitch." Negan keeps one hand on Daryl's hip and the other goes to pull Daryl's hair, pulling back to expose his marked throat; bite marks prominent on his pale skin. "You say you're a virgin, but you take cock like a fucking slut." He pulls Daryl's hair harder, making the man whimper.
The hunter is all nerves, the dirty talk making him even more worked up; pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock and dripping on the filthy floor. At this rate, he feels like he's going to cum without being touched.
Negan suddenly stops, making Daryl whine at the loss of contact.
"I wanna see your face while you're getting fucked." Negan turns Daryl around, handling him like a rag doll. The hunter is wobbly on his feet, almost falling as he's manhandled. "Careful now. Spread your legs."
Daryl does what he's told, and suddenly, Negan scoops him up and he's hoisted up by his legs; Negan's elbows hooked under the other man's knees. He panics when he's lifted off the ground, but Negan has a strong hold on him, holding him in place.
He wraps his arms around Negan's shoulders as he feels the man push inside of him again, the new angle giving him a different sensation that makes him let out a drawn out whine.
"There ya go," Negan grunts, pulling almost all the way out of the hunter before he slams back into him again. It pushes the air out of Daryl's lungs, bouncing with every thrust; his back getting scratched by the rough texture of the cement wall behind him. There's already bruises in the shape of hands on his bony hips.
Daryl's eyes are closed, mouth slack and face red. Sweat makes his bangs stick to his forehead. All self control or pride is gone, and he's lost in the pleasure, clawing at the back of Negan's leather jacket.
"Fucking look at me." He thrusts even harder, gripping Daryl's ass so hard his blunt nails are digging into the skin.
The hunter opens his eyes, still heavy lidded, to lock eyes with Negan. Again, he's met with intense brown eyes, narrowed with concentration. That sly smirk is still on the man's lips.
"Are you fucking drooling?" He laughs, Daryl instantly biting his already bloody lip, but it doesn't stop the blissful noises from coming out of his mouth. "Holy shit, you're drooling! I know I'm fucking good at this, but no one ever fucking drooled for me while they were being fucked silly."
With the constant filthy talking, the nails digging into the skin of his ass, the man's huge cock fucking him so hard he feels like he's going to break, and the intense eye contact, he can feel his orgasm building. His moans become louder, higher pitched. He throws his head back, wincing as it hits the wall, still maintaining eye contact with the other man.
"S-Shit, shit…" He whimpers, bucking his hips.
"Are you gonna fucking cum without me even touching you?" Negan leans in, their noses touching. Daryl can only nod, delirious as he's rapidly reaching his climax. "Such a filthy fucking slut, gonna cum without me even touching your cock. Didn't even suck you or beat you off before. Just by fucking your ass you're gonna lose it. So come on, fucking cum."
That's what does it for Daryl, his whole body tensing up as he comes across his stomach so hard that he's seeing stars, a choked off scream erupting from him that sounds too close to Negan's name. Negan fucks him even harder, licking and biting at Daryl's exposed, sweat-slicked neck. Daryl's still seeing stars as Negan pushes as deep as he can go inside of the hunter and comes, filling Daryl up.
The two of them stay in that position for a minute, Daryl a shaking mess. There's tears in his eyes as Negan sets him down, wobbling on his feet and gripping the front of Negan's jacket to stay standing. He can feel the man's come leaking down his thighs.
"Jesus fucking Christ." Negan sighs, satisfied. He stuffs himself back into his jeans and buttons them up; Daryl still naked and trembling.
"Get dressed. I have fucking work to do." He steps back, and Daryl almost topples over. He can't find his voice, so be just nods and gathers up his clothes, pulling on his underwear and jeans first. Negan's cum still leaks out of him, but he can't clean himself up at the moment. His button up is ruined, so he has to deal with it being open and showing his marked chest. He pulls on his vest and shoes, and runs his fingers through his tangled, sweaty hair.
"You were a good fuck." Negan picks up Lucille, balancing her on his shoulder. "Wouldn't be against doing it again. But don't expect me to go any easier on you. If you fuck anything up with the supplies, you're fucking dead."
"Won't fuck up no more," Daryl grumbles, voice wrecked. "I have to get back. They're probably worried about me." He's nervous to show up like this, probably going to get questions. He isn't ready for that because he doesn't have answers. But he can't stay here forever.
"Go on. I expect you back next week." With that, Negan walks away, leaving Daryl alone.
The hunter stands there for a few minutes, regaining his strength and coming back to reality. He still feels disoriented as he goes back to the truck and slides into one of the seats.
"Daryl?" Rick's eyes go wide when he sees his friend. "What happened?"
"Nothin'." Daryl avoids Rick's gaze, but he knows the leader is looking at the bruises on his body. "Don' worry about it."
Rick purses his lips and says no more, turning back to the front and starting up the truck.
The ride back to Alexandria is silent.